There are two important things to know about this story. One, Dom is still alive and was never kidnapped. Two, Callen's shooting has not been solved. (So basically I have totally ignored most of the first season…)

Be prepared for major Callen torture and a bunch of swearing. I toyed with rating this 'M' but decided to go with 'T'. No real spoilers, no pairings.

The first 10 chapters are written in 'blocks' that are represented by the time that passes leading up to Callen being found. Hence the title…

Don't own them either (damn…) (Although I wouldn't mind a life size replica of Chris O'Donnell for Christmas…)

Oh yeah, last night's season premier was AWESOME!

Thanks for reading!

_NCIS_NCIS_NCIS

Monday- 3:35 pm

Sam, Callen and Kensi were driving back to the Ops center discussing possible motives for their most recent murder. Sam was driving, Callen was in the passenger seat and Kensi was in the back. Sam had noticed a white van that had been following them for a while.

Callen noticed Sam was too preoccupied with looking in the rear view mirror to really listen to his theory.

"Something wrong Sam?"

"Yeah, I think we're being followed."

"Are you sure?"

Before Sam could answer, the Escalade was slammed into on the driver's side as they went through an intersection.

Kensi was the only one not knocked out but she had hit her head and was dazed. Her vision was blurry and her ears were ringing. She could make out Sam slumped in his seat with blood running down his face from the gash on his forehead.

She heard voices but couldn't quite tell what they were saying. It didn't sound like they were speaking English. At first she thought it was the paramedics, but she hadn't heard any sirens.

Kensi tried to see if Callen was all right and had just moved around to look when she saw him being pulled from the car. She was confused. Before she could process what was going on she heard a heavy door slam and tires squealing on the street. She opened her door and stepped out then promptly passed out on the pavement.

**NCIS**

Monday- 3:50 pm

Callen's head throbbed as he came to. He tried to move and everything spun. Taking in a somewhat deep breath, he tried to calm himself and remember what had happened. He recalled Sam saying something about being followed then a huge crash. He vaguely remembered hitting his head pretty hard against the side of the truck then everything went black.

Trying to move again, he found his hands cuffed tightly behind his back, his feet tied together and a piece of duct tape over his mouth. His heart was pounding and he was shaking like a leaf. The sticky warmth running down the side of his face assured him that he had hit his head hard enough to make a nice sized gash.

He could tell he was in the back of a moving vehicle and tried to look around as best he could. It looked like a large van with no windows, maybe a cargo van. Callen could hear muffled voices coming from the front, but couldn't make out what was being said. After what felt like forever, the van stopped and he listened as the people in the front got out and walked to the back.

Squinting against the light when the door was opened, he heard a low almost growling laugh. His eyes widened when he saw his captor. It was impossible; he was supposed to be dead.

"What's the matter, look like you've seen a ghost," the accented voice said.

The man laughed again and grabbed Callen by the collar of his shirt and pulled him out of the van. G hit the ground with a thud, causing his body to hurt worse. His thoughts were cut short when he was kicked in the stomach. He groaned in pain and tried to struggle as he was being drug across the ground.

Callen was dumped on the porch of a house and he could hear the other two people laughing. He tried desperately to look around and see anything that would help him figure out where he was. Another sharp kick to his ribs stopped that process before he could get a good look at anything.

He could hear a door opening then he was dragged across the floor and down a flight of stairs. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, he was thrown against the wall and punched repeatedly. He thought for sure he was dead. Despite his best efforts to control his panic, he was still trembling and breathing erratically. His captor laughed again.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. Not yet anyway. You're not getting off that easy."

With that, he proceeded to beat the living hell out of Callen.

Being bound, G didn't stand a chance. He couldn't even yell because of the tape. By the time he hit the floor he was hyperventilating and could feel fresh blood running down his face. The fire in his side assured him he had some cracked ribs too. He struggled for air as he lay curled up in pain on the hard floor.

"Goodnight Callen."

A sharp boot kick to the head once again sent him into darkness.